The weather was indeed a little hot in mid-April. Lao Liangtou's jacket was a little unwrapped and leaned against the shadow under the wall in front of his house. But today he was much more energetic than the previous few days. His eyes were not empty and his expression was not dull. Occasionally, when pedestrians hit the door, they could take the initiative to show a smile and say hello.

The people around were very strange. They were all old residents of this generation. Who doesn’t know what Lao Liang looked like? They always ignore everyone they meet. If you say something to him, he can turn his face away. What’s wrong today?

It was strange but these kind people still smiled and asked by the way: "What are the happy events? I'm so happy."

Even though he had already said it several times in the morning, Lao Liang still did not answer with any impatientness: "My son is back, my own son."

But when he looked up at the street, Lao Liang turned his head back and turned his head to walk into the house because he didn't like to watch.

"Bon Liang, Lao Liang, Lao Liangtou!"

On the street, a 17 or 18-year-old man with a wide arms and a lab coat came over a few steps and shouted while walking. At this moment, Lao Liang walked back to the store as if he hadn't heard it, while his son was sweeping the floor with a broom in his arms.

"Dad, is someone calling you?"

Lao Liang comforted his son and said, "Don't pay attention to him."

The guy followed him into the house, followed by a butler wearing a silk gown and a vest. The butler was tilted his mouth, his eyes were higher than the top, and he raised his head when he walked.

The young man came to Lao Liang and said with a wicked smile: "Brother Liang, we have been here many times. We will discuss and sell the store. All the stores on the street belong to ours. You are not neat. Besides, the price is not low."

Lao Liang pretended not to hear it, sat on a long bench and turned his head to the other side. The young man turned around and continued to persuade: "Our housekeeper has come in person today. If we still give him a shame, we have to think about it."

Liang Dacheng was dissatisfied when he heard this. He threw the guy in his hand on the ground with a "snapping" and walked to his father a few steps, carrying the young man of seventeen or eighteen years old and pulling him aside as if he was carrying a chicken: "Oh, what are you saying? Can't you tell me that the old man doesn't like to pay attention to you?"

"Great success!"

Lao Liang didn't want his son to cause trouble as soon as he came back. After shouting, he responded: "When you go back, tell your housekeeper and Guan Guiren, you just say that Xiao Lao'er's store is an ancestral property and you don't want to sell it."

snort.

The butler snorted coldly and said nothing.

The young man stopped doing it at that time. After Liang Dacheng let go, he immediately glared: "Boy, who are you? How dare you become an official?"

Liang Dacheng glanced at his father and asked, "Dad, are you breaking the law?"

Lao Liang shook his head.

"Then this is not the business of the government. I have only heard that the government recruited civil servants and slaughtered the fields and raising war horses in Qilu. I have never heard that the government forces the people to sell their ancestral property. What kind of government is this?"

When the young man saw that he could not scare Liang Dacheng, he immediately scolded: "It's so crazy. Our master is the one who is the one who is in the Dali Temple. His affairs are the affairs of the officials."

Dali Temple is equivalent to the Supreme Court, and is a Supreme Court administrator. The official only has the ninth rank, but he can make your case this year examine next year, and the case with evidence becomes unreasonable, so the people are afraid of them. They are considered vicious among the five prisons of the Nine Temples. If you can enter this department, you can naturally walk sideways on the street. Of course, this is just for the people.

The Dali Temple surnamed Guan was very good at specializing in the business. Although the official was not promoted, he took a lot of money. When Wang Shi was in power, the court was in chaos and all kinds of lawsuits emerged one after another. While his work increased, his power became increasingly greater. So, after using the case in his hand, he actually built a shop in Luoyang for a few years. Even though the Sui Dynasty stipulated that all shops should be opened in the market, restaurants, pharmacies, and inns were exceptions, and they were extremely profitable. Therefore, Guan can be said to be a daily profit of money.

Recently, the Guan, who was surnamed Guan, planned to take advantage of the new emperor's regaining power and not familiar with the government, as soon as possible, and then closed the inn and changed it to the largest pharmacy in Luoyang. In the past, except for selling grain, it is the most profitable to sell medicine. However, Lao Liang, who guarded his ancestral property and said he would not sell anything, so he sent people to make trouble again and again. If he still didn't follow, he should use some means.

"Your surnamed Liang, you said you don't have a son, what's the use of asking for this ancestral property? Who will you pass it to? Will you pass it to the beggars you picked up from the street? You won't feel sorry for you at all?"

"Sell it quickly. Luoyang is about to fight. When the fire burns, the creatures will be devastated. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

"You fart!"

Lao Liang was so angry that he was a shop on the banks of the Luoshui River. In previous years, both students who went to Beijing to take the exam and wealthy people who had been experiencing relatives loved to live here. In the summer, flower boats began to emerge on the Luoshui River. The nobles with girls came down from the flower boat and lived directly in the store. Can such a good deal be sold at any time?

"Who said I don't have a son? Dacheng!"

Dacheng, who was big and thick, stood next to Lao Liang, and Lao Liang looked like someone else's successor, and his face was blushed: "See, my son, my own son."

How do you say that feeling...

In the past, Lao Liang was not a fan of talking because he was old and was really anxious. If he was really anxious, he would easily fall to the ground and couldn't get up. At that time, there was no one to sue him, so if he had any losses, he would just swallow it. To put it bluntly, he just had no confidence. This time, Liang Dacheng came back. The young man looked similar to a brown bear. If anyone still wanted to bully Lao Liang, then they should be thinking about it.

"Okay, the surname Liang, let's take a look."

The housekeeper left, taking the gangster-like servant. Lao Liang finally raised his head and looked at his son again. When he was about to be relieved, Liang Dacheng asked a grievance for himself: "Dad, what life did you live when I was not here."

This sentence was piercing Lao Liang's heart, and he almost trembled and said, "Okay, my son, it's all over. Haven't you come back? No one dares to bully your father again."

"Shopkeeper, stay in the store."

The father and the other were feeling the affection of their family. A group of big and thick men entered the store. They were really not here to make trouble, and they stood at the door honestly.

"Anzi, Xiao Anzi!"

Lao Liang was a little unhappy. Since he came back from beating his son, Xiao Anzi has been no longer very fond of working and is no longer as diligent as before.

"Oh, the shopkeeper." Xiao Anzi agreed lazily, hit a pillar and stood up straight. He had always leaned against the pillar and watched all this. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that what Lao Liang had told him before might be ruined.

"You can't see the guests when they come, so wait!"

Whose life is there?

Xiao Anzi quickly went to the front to support him, picked up a pen to register for the customer, just writing a name and recording a date. This year and month, doing business, who cares about who is coming, and where is the real or false name?
Chapter completed!